Civil society has the argument that late-night buses do not necessarily carry only human beings.
I didn’t believe it until I was the last bus driver.
A few months ago, I had a car accident, a severe head injury and a selective memory loss.
I remember my origin, origin and name, but I couldn’t remember how it happened.
I heard about the accident.
When I got out of the hospital, I was in a hurry to find a job.
Air transport hires bus drivers, night shifts, specializing in the town line, and the pay is excellent…
My last job was a bus driver.
Call from the recruitment office.
When I got to the interview, my heart went cold.
In the suburbs, it’s a very small position. The old walls are filled with creeping tigers and yellow sewage.
Most of the erosion.
Several buses were dumped on the side of the road, with rusty doors and pits everywhere.
I don’t understand. How did this shit get a license? The hiring director is Fong Jin-gang, about 40 years old, with a bad character, some wood.
Nai.
After the test, he was satisfied with my performance, referring to the biggest car in the parking lot.
The old, the worst 17 minibuses say:
“When you get on duty, you drive this car. I’m sorry.
He then introduced me to the job and asked me to leave at 10:30 p.m. every day.
From the bus terminal to the end of the Mayda terminal.
Back to the way it was, even if it was.
“Five thousand a month, the company pays one in five, and the night shift is subsidized by 1,000. Full
What do you mean no?”
I’m not satisfied. It’s like a dream!
I went into the office and I was happy to sign the contract, and Fang stopped me.
“Ling Feng, our company has a very strict system. There are a few requirements, you must remember! I’m sorry.
I don’t want to miss such a good place.
“First, it must be a virgin, not be allowed to fall in love and not touch a woman. I’m sorry.
“I’m a virgin, single. I’m sorry.
I was surprised to tell you the truth. I thought he was going to start by highlighting the rules.
That’s the problem.
“That’s good!” and his eyebrow was sprained, “from the main stop to the five stations in the town of Mada.”
Don’t stop until you’re on the platform. I’m sorry.
I’m in trouble again. Should I wait a little longer?
Fong Jin just shook his head, “Don’t worry, just do as I say.” I’m sorry.
“Okay!”
“At the last point, you just go back in the morning, no matter who stops your car.
Stop. I’m sorry.
After one breath, Fong Jian just reached out to grab the tea cup, and said, “All right, three o’clock.
Contract. I’m sorry.
“All right! I’m sorry.
I need this job so much that I feel like he’s saying something weird.
Induction procedures.
That afternoon, I moved into the employee’s dormitory and took a nap until 10:00 at night.
He was rushed to the point of departure.
This car is broken more than I tried this morning.
The hole, it’s leaking. It’s not tight.
I’m on time.
It’s a bad road. I can’t drive too fast without lights.
A minute later, he arrived at the first station. A young man with a briefcase became my first passenger.
He’s a young man, but he’s got a very good look.
The seat in the row doesn’t say buy a ticket.
My friendly tip, “Man, you haven’t got a ticket yet? I’m sorry.
He’s got a body, and he’s like he just knew he needed a ticket.
It took a long time, and he touched a couple of steel bars.
I can’t help but look at him.
He didn’t pay attention to me.
Hold on.
I guess he’s working too hard. It’s not easy this year.
It’s a bumpy road. It took me half an hour to get to the second platform.
The young man stood up and said he wanted to get off.
As he was about to get out of the door, he suddenly turned his head and said to me, “Let’s get out of here.
There will be no one at a stop. I’m sorry.
“It’s all right, the company has a three-minute stop. I’m sorry.
I just wanted to tell you how you knew nobody was there.
Okay.
“This guy’s so fast! * I whispered and waited for a little while *
This young man is right. Not only is there no one at this station, but there’s no one at the back.
Like no passengers.
I’m not surprised, after all, it’s too late.
The first time I ran away, I ran back and forth around 2:00 in the morning.
Get back to work.
Fong Jin came to me the next day for breakfast and asked me for my first day at work.
Bad?
I said it’s okay. I pulled a passenger. He’s bored.
I made him buy it.
“It’s okay. The company doesn’t expect to make money on this route.
All right. * Maybe it’s a delusion *
It soon returned to normal.
I didn’t ask much, considering I needed the job.
The next day I left, I met the young man again.
Like last night, he picked up a briefcase and didn’t say “buy a ticket.”
Line one.
I’d like to talk to Fong Jing, but I didn’t ask him to pay. When he got to the second station, he got up and repeated the same thing he did yesterday.
Say, “Let’s get out of here early. There’s no one at this stop. I’m sorry.
At first I thought he was joking, but later it proved he wasn’t lying.
For a week in a row, I only pulled one passenger and each time only one stop.
Station.
I told Fang Jin-gang about this later.
Lifeless, talkable.
Fong Jing’s hand is stiff, “How come there’s no other way?
Guest? Just by chance.
The situation changed the following day.
I remember very well that everything that went wrong started on my eighth day at work.
Yeah.
That day, as usual, I sent the young man to the second station, and I made fun of him, and I said,
Dude, guess who’s gonna get in my car tonight?
He laughed, “No one will get in your car but me. I’m sorry.
We’re leaving after this.
I’ve been waiting for almost three minutes, and there’s no one.
It’s gonna be an extra one for him, right? I didn’t wait to hear it, and suddenly there’s a loud man coming in behind me.
Door, I’m getting in the car!”
I turned my head and saw it. It was a bald middle-aged man filming the door.
I laughed. Who says nobody’s coming?
He seems to be in a hurry. Once the door opens, he can’t wait to come in.
I took a look at the place where the young man was sitting, my face was white, and my voice was so hurried.
Fu, please drive away. I’m in trouble! I’m sorry.
But when I got off that platform, I was in no hurry.
“Guys, first time out? I’m sorry.
I nod, “Yeah, how do you know? I’m sorry.
“I used to take this bus, of course I knew. I’m sorry.
Middle-aged man. Hey, smile. Give me a cigarette.
I didn’t answer it, and I was like, “Sorry, no smoking in the car. I’m sorry.
“I usually don’t smoke, but only when I get in these cars. He’s…
Put the smoke in your mouth and shoot yourself down.
“Hey, you…”
I tried to stop him, but I thought, “There’s no one else in this car. He likes to smoke.”
Go ahead. He’s very talkative, smokes, talks to me, asks me if I’m alone.
Bored?
I said okay and asked what kind of work he was doing.
“I am?” He doesn’t answer, he just smiles mysteriously.
When he smoked, I came to the third station to return.
He lost a cigarette to me when he got out of the car.
No one’s gonna get in your car anyway. I’m sorry.
I’ve had a cigarette. It’s a little weird.
I waited and waited, and there was no one. I laughed, I shook my head, I drove again.
But just as I was about to get out of the platform, a woman ran off to the road.
I’m holding a child in my hand.
The woman showed up so suddenly, she almost got the head on her.
Cars, panic, “Why are you holding the kids in the car?” It’s nobody’s fault! I’m sorry.
Women get in the car and keep telling me I’m sorry.
“It’s all right. Next time be careful! I’m sorry.
She apologized with sincerity, and I didn’t think about it.
Take a look and hold on. The kid is only five or six years old, and she’s covered up in a woman’s coat, and she’s only half her head.
Outside.
I think the kid’s got a little hair on his forehead and he’s wearing all these clothes.
I just said, “Are the kids okay? I’m sorry.
The woman didn’t say anything and took the child to the back seat.
The little boy was lying on her shoulder, turning his blind eye and blinking at me.
Eye, “Thank you uncle! I’m sorry.
He’s smiling at me, but he’s so ugly, he can’t tell.
I smiled and said, “If you’re sick, listen to your mother. Be good.
Just get sick. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. “The little boy noded his head and added, “But Mama said, “I’m cured.
Oh, no. I’m sorry.
I look at the skinny little boy’s face and I think it’s not terminal.
I’m gonna keep driving, I’m gonna get to the Master Station, and I’m gonna keep my car steady, and I’m gonna remind the mother and son that they should go.
Car out.
The woman said thank you for taking the kids off.
But not far away, she suddenly turned back and laughed at me.
I’m sorry. I went back to work and found Fong Jin waiting for me on the lawn.
When I parked the car, he came up and delivered the cigarettes and asked me how it felt to be after the days.
I didn’t pick up his cigarette.
Smoke, “Don’t waste your money. I got it. I’m sorry.
Look at the smoke in my hand, Fong Jin, look at me and say,
With a cigarette on the road?
I’m going to explain, “No, I didn’t bring the cigarette, the passengers left it to me…”
In half, I stopped.
That’s not right.
The filters are dark and the smoke is high. It smells like deep ground.
Buried for a long time.
I got a snout on my nose. I almost threw up.
Fong Jin-gang saw it, and the look wasn’t natural.
Throw away the cigarettes. Don’t pick up the passengers’ things from now on! I’m sorry.
“Oh. “I lost my cigarettes and went back to my dormitory to make up.
I’ve been thinking about it all the time.
Give me the cigarette. Is that a trick?
I didn’t think deep down, I went back to the dorm and fell asleep. That’s true. I’ve been in a bad mood since I got on this night shift.
Too much, this sleep is very sleepy.
Sleeping in the middle of the night, half a dream, I felt like I had another woman.
Man, took off my pants…
When I woke up the next day, I felt my pants wet, my hands stretched and my face red.
It’s a dream.
I got out of bed, I went to the bathroom to wash my underwear, I looked in the mirror, and…
Hold on.
Is this me?
My forehead is dark and my eyelids are stung.
When you comb your hair, you lose a hair.
I went to the hospital this afternoon.
It was an old Chinese doctor who asked me a few questions and asked me to reach out.
Give him a pulse.
The old Chinese doctor’s eyes suddenly got strange.
He gave me a couple of Chinese pills, and then he told me to keep it down.
Ahh.
I’m completely confused.
It’s just a dream.
It’s almost 10:00. I put it in my pocket and ran to the car.
But just before I got to the front, I found something weirder.
Someone burned a pile of paper money in front of my car.
Paper money was placed in a firebasket and burned to ashes, and yellow candles were lit next to it, and the Mars flashed, at first glance, not to mention the seepage.
“Shit, which asshole did it? “I’m so angry, I can’t make it.
The young man who arrived at the first site with the briefcase appeared on time.
This time, unlike in the past, young people keep looking at me like they want to talk.
When he arrived at the second platform, he stood up and got out of the car, and his mouth was still murmured with the phrase, “Don’t wait, no one will get on this platform. I’m sorry.
I’m having fun. Tell me you’re kidding. Who said nobody? You just got out last night and an uncle came up.
“What old man?” He shook his hand with his briefcase and turned his head and looked at me.
His eyeballs were small, and his whites were almost two thirds of the entire eyebrow, and I was shocked.
I’m sweating, “No… just a normal middle-aged man. I’m sorry.
“Huh. I’m sorry.
He turned his eyes back, and he laughed and asked, “He didn’t give you a cigarette, did he? I’m sorry.
Huh?
I’m surprised. You know that?
“Don’t smoke. * He’s got a funny look, cleaned up on me, smiled, turned his head into darkness *
I’ve been waiting for a long time, and it’s always felt like this young man’s eyes were on his way away, and it smells like he can’t tell.
Two days later, the young man seems to have disappeared and never taken my car again.
Without this regular, I’m the only one on the entire route, and it’s always a panic in the middle of the night.
The weather was bad for that day, and there was a little rain outside, and it was 12 o’clock after I arrived at the Master Station.
Remember Fong Jin just said he didn’t have to pull the passengers after midnight, so I decided to turn around immediately.
At this point, a woman went to the station with a little umbrella and stood in the rain and said, “Teacher, please open the door! I’m sorry.
I looked at the woman with the baby, but tonight she didn’t hold the baby, she was alone.
I look at the watch, it’s past 12 o’clock, it’s a little awkward, “Sorry, this car doesn’t pull passengers after 12. I’m sorry.
“How can I go back when it’s raining?” “The woman blinked, and her eyes were beautiful.
“Okay…”
I hesitated to open the door, and when a woman got in the car, she said anything about your kid?
“He’s in hospital. The woman left her umbrella behind the door, whispering.
“Oh…”
I’m sorry, it looks like the kid’s really sick.
In the rain, the car is not fast, and there is only one man and one woman in the dark, and the atmosphere is delicate.
When I came to her last stop, I took the initiative to stop the car, and she didn’t get out of the car, and I came to me in the red and asked if I could borrow some money to save her.
What?
I’m surprised. What’s the matter with you? Without waiting for me to say no, she unbuttoned her blouse and cried down and said,
Boss, my kid is very sick. If we don’t get the money, the hospital won’t lose him.
Liquid.
I was “buzzy” in my head.
I finally lost my heart, threw out 300 bucks and kicked a woman out.
The woman took the money, looked at me, turned around, and she left a soft line.
Say, “You’re a good man. Be careful with your supervisor. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
I didn’t hear the word “supervisor” very well.
Remember, the woman got off.
What does she mean?
Seriously, ever since I got into this night-drive, I feel like every passenger who shows up is all right.
Weird, but I can’t tell you where the blame is.
Rain and night driving was dangerous, and it was more than 3:00 in the morning when I returned to the dormitories.
After the bath, I lay back in bed.
Half-dreaming, I had a spring dream again.
This time, I’ve seen it. This woman who took my life in a dream, she’s the one who left me yesterday.
The one who borrowed the money.
No accident, I woke up the next day and I dreamt that my back was softer, and I looked in the mirror, and it was worse than before.
I have a strange feeling in my heart that I can’t describe it, and both dreams happen after seeing this woman.
It’s a coincidence, right?
After the shower, I wanted to change clothes and found out that yesterday’s underpants were still dry, so I hung up and went down to the supermarket.
By passing through the hallway, the doorman suddenly stopped me and said, “Are you in love?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“Why does your room sound like that in the middle of the night? “The doorman didn’t believe it, but he smiled.
I’m having a little bit of a whirlwind. What’s that noise?
“O young man, huh…” The outsider smiled so vaguely, he shook his head and left.
I don’t know.
The next thing you know, it’s getting weirder.
Women appear more often, I dream more often. When we were in the car, we were almost Zero. She ignored me. I never looked for her.
Talk.
But as soon as we get back to the dorm, we’ll meet in our dreams and kiss with passion…
My mental state is getting worse, but I’m stuck in it.
The body is getting worse, and driving is frequent.
Fong Jin seems to have noticed my change, and after the shift, he came to me and asked me
What’s wrong with me lately?
I’m sorry to make it so clear, but it’s nothing.
“Ling Feng, you must be hiding something from me. I’m sorry.
Fong Jin-gang doesn’t believe me, and he looks me in the eye.
Yeah, well, there’s a lot of noise in your room these days.
I told you, don’t touch women at work! I’m sorry.
I had to talk to him.
Who knows when he hears it, and he doesn’t say a word? It’s just a smoke and a deep sip.
murmuring, “As long as there’s no real sex…
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Fong Jin seems reluctant to talk.
Ease away.
Looking at the shadow of his departure, I always felt that the old boy didn’t talk. The next day, there was a pile of burned paper in front of the car.
I once suspected that this pile of paper money might have been burned, and I called and asked.
He did not admit it.
In a few days, I drove the car to the first platform. I was so tired, I was lying on my back.
Keep your eyes closed.
I didn’t look back until the door heard footsteps.
“How are you?”
I’m surprised. It’s the young man who’s supposed to be in the first stop.
And the bald man smiles mysteriously and says I’m here for you.
That’s what I’m talking about. Shake my head.
Right when he’s kidding.
I saw that woman all the way to the third platform.
“Don’t stop! I’m sorry.
“Why? *I can’t figure it out, but the bald man didn’t explain it.
The wheel, straight out of one foot, hit the gas.
The car didn’t wait to stand up, and it ran over.
I was so angry, I yelled, “What are you doing? It’s too dangerous! “If you stop now, it’ll be more dangerous! I’m sorry.
Baldhead was more excited than I was. He looked at me, and he unzipped the steering wheel and pulled out the smoke.
Light her up. “Don’t let her up again. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why. Ask him what it means.
The bald man said without a face, “Did Fang just tell you what happened? I’m sorry.
– Listen to him. I’m stuck again. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and said I knew him.
The plane, I quit my job first, then you got on duty.
Huh?
I’m even more surprised. I’m busy saying, “Why didn’t you do it? I’m sorry.
He started to laugh again, saying that you felt that the job was free and earned.
More, better. Only 250 will resign?
I do have a similar idea, but there must be a reason for baldy to resign.
No, I don’t think so.
He’s angry, “It’s a hearse! < <
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“What? * I’m scared of my skin and I step on the brake. *
“Don’t step on the brakes. Keep driving. This car can’t stop until it’s at the station. “The bald-headed man panics, press my shoulder.
“You know the rules? I’m sorry.
It seems that he was my predecessor.
I just don’t get it. Why would you curse a hearse?
“You don’t believe me?”
He smoked a gruesome smoke and said, “Two years ago, the car had had a major accident, when the driver was said to have had an altercation with his supervisor over a minor incident and had been drinking half a pound of white wine, and happened to meet a woman with a child in her car. I’m sorry.
“The driver got drunk, mistook the gas door for a brake, and then caused a tragedy. I’m sorry.
“What did you say? * When I hear it, my hair is all *
As I remember, the first time that woman stopped the car, she was holding a child, and she showed up.
Baldhead didn’t care about my face and told me, “The second month of the car accident, the first driver of the car died in a car accident, and then the second driver went on for less than six months, and then I went through the same experience.”
Speaking of which, the bald man pointed at himself.
He said that on the first day of work, the woman came to stop the car with her child and that the road was normal, but it started to go crazy as soon as she returned to the dormitory.
He said he was lying down and dreamt of doing that with a woman more than once.
Later, he felt less and less well, was too tired to drive one time and fell asleep with the wheel, almost without a major accident.
I don’t talk, but the muscles of facial cramps have betrayed my inner fears.
It’s a replica of my experience.
When my face changed, bald-headed man coughed and said, “I went to the temple to see the tall man who said that the woman I dreamed of was the one who died in a car accident with her own son, the way she died, the way she died, the way she and her son died, the way that the mother’s and her children’s anger would be attached to the car, and the mother would continue to suck on the driver until every driver killed it. I’m sorry.
Listen to me, I’ve got a buzz in my head and I can’t wait to lose the wheel.
But then I thought, “Well, I don’t feel right again. I’m sorry.
“Huh. * He had a bitter face and lifted his sleeves on his left arm *
With a dim dashboard light, I saw a wound in the shape of a gill, and the position of his elbow extended to his shoulder.
“Look at me like I’m okay? I’m sorry.
His cheeks were shaking and laughing, “Everyone in this car will be cursed by her. You think it’s cheap, it’s a death cycle. I’m sorry.
I’m not talking, I’m holding hands on the wheel, but I’m shaking.
It was a long silence, and I said, “How did you survive this? I’m sorry.
“I naturally have my way. I’m sorry.
The bald man took the cigarette out of his mouth and said with no face: “This is a box of cigarettes that I paid a lot of money to make. The cigarette is covered in black dog blood, and there’s a lot of old cat ashes in the smoke. I’m sorry.
I’m so aware.
I mean, why would he give me a hairy cigarette? Emotions come from here.
And he looked at me like, “I gave you a cigarette the first time I got in the car, and I was kind enough to use it to help you, and you lost it. I’m sorry.
I’m a little upset, but more strange, “How do you know I lost my cigarette?” I’m sorry.
He grunted, “If that cigarette was still there, how could you have made yourself so bad that I didn’t know what you’d been through? I’m sorry.
Well, I’m about to regret it.
“I’ll give you another one, take it, and don’t lose it this time. Remember, put the cigarettes where you need them. When you need them, you light them up and smoke them, and the ghost won’t dare come near you. I’m sorry.
Says that bald-headed guy once again took a moldy cigarette out of the cigarette box and handed it to me.
“Thank you! I’m so grateful for the smoke.
He’s so numb and he says he’s welcome. Who wants us to be together?
I’m on the next platform, and I’m pulling over.
“Uncle…”
And lo! We seized him, seeking to stop.
“Don’t be afraid, you’ll be fine as long as you keep driving according to the rules. I’ll give you a cigarette that will help you. I’m sorry.
I said, “What if I smoked out? I’m sorry.
“Take it easy. I’ll bring you more next time. “The bald-headed old man goes back and gets out of the car. I haven’t seen him in a long time.
A hairy cigarette, with a blur.
I’m more of a question than afraid.
Questions about baldy.
If a woman is a ghost, he should avoid it. Why?
Get in the car and tell me this?
Just because of the kindness?
I don’t understand. On the way back, I’m like a bird of shock.
The wheel.
It’s a good thing nothing happened. The woman disappeared before we passed.
Back to the company, I ran to Fang’s office.
As an elder of this company, Fang Jin-gang must know about women.
Proof.
But the lights in the office were off, and nobody was there.
I called him and it was also off.
“Fuck! I decided to go back to my dorm.
I can’t sleep when I’m back in bed, and I think about things.
Then I remembered the mother and the son, and I fell asleep.
The following morning, when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t wait to find Fang Jingang.
In the course of changing clothes, there’s a detail that makes me very uncomfortable.
The underwear in the closet is missing.
I’ve always been a dreamer, so I remember the place in my underwear.
Chu.
I remember putting it in the closet.
It’s locked, it can’t be blown away by the wind, and I sleep with it.
It’s not likely to be a thief.
Besides, who steals the underwear someone else wears?
I can’t figure it out.
At lunchtime, I went to the cafeteria to block Fong Jin-gang, and I didn’t care if he was happy.
I mean, pull people back to the office.
As soon as the door was closed, I went straight to the subject, “The old Fong, the car I was driving, was it out?
Big accident? I’m sorry.
Fong Jin-gang looks a little shabby.
I was so angry at him, I grabbed his collar and yelled, “There’s a ghost in that car.
Did you know it was haunted? What the hell? Fong Jin just looked up and laughed, “You’re kidding.
Right? I’m sorry.
I knew he’d deny it and say, “I was working the night shift last night.
The last driver of the car, he told me everything. I’m sorry.
Wait!
Fong Jin suddenly turned his mouth into an “O” font, what was the last driver? Well…
Since I bought the car, two people have been driving, one for you and the other for me.
There’s no third.
“What did you say?”
This time, it’s my stupid eye.
To see me like this, Fong Jin just shot me on my shoulder.
It’s a bad break, that’s why…
I shook my head, and then I swung my voice, and I said, “It’s just me and you, really.
No one’s ever driven it? I’m sorry.
“No!”
Fong Jin was very certain, “I’m the director, too.
I’ve been driving that car before.
Listen? I’m sorry.
I nod my head and repeat the words of the bald man.
Fong Jin just laughed, “Well, it’s him. I’m sorry.
What do I say, you know him?
Fong Jin just smiled and said, “I don’t know him, but I saw him a few times before when I was driving that car. He’s got a mental problem. He’s been in shock since his son died. You don’t have to care. I’m sorry.
I look like a bitch and I say, “Oh, he’s got a son?
“Of course there is. “Fong Jin just Noded and said he was still a good student, but his life was too bad…
I’m busy asking what’s going on.
Fong Jing only hesitated for half a day and lamented: “His son suffered a heart attack on his way back from work because he was working too hard and then died suddenly. I’m sorry.
I don’t know, “You don’t know a bald man. How do you know all this? I’m sorry.
“Of course I know, no one knows how he died better than I do. I’m sorry.
Fong Jin just laughed, “Two years ago, I was driving the night shift, and that night, around 10:50, his son was on the first platform and fell asleep in the window until I drove the car to the terminal, and when I found it wrong, I was cold.”
He was talking about pulling the desk drawer, looking for an old paper and handing it to me and saying, “The bald-headed man’s son died in front of me, so I remember very clearly and deliberately collected the newspaper of the year. * I picked up the paper so quickly I could read the night shift death report *
On that page, the brain was glowing.
The photo in the paper, the young man with the briefcase!
“Why is he?” I keep shaking my fingers and throwing old newspapers on the floor.
Get your ass back on the couch.
“What’s wrong? Fong Jin just looked at me, and something was not clear.
“The old Fong…”
My voice was shaking, and I watched with fear towards Fong Jing, and said, “Well,
Remember the first passenger I ever told you about when I got to work? I’m sorry.
“Remember, the one with no money to buy a ticket! “Fong Jin just replied without heart.
Yes.
I look so green, “He looks exactly like the bald man’s son. I’m sorry.
“What’s that?”
Fong Jin-tung jumped higher than me, with two bands on his forehead, a white-faced way,
“It’s impossible!”
Yeah, well, how can a man who’s been dead for two years take my night shift?
The car.
I close my eyes, and the horrors are constantly revolving in my mind. After half an hour, I opened my eyes and said, “Maybe I’ve been wrong.
Women and children are not ghosts.
Son. I’m sorry.
“Ling Feng, don’t scare me. I’m sorry.
A drop of cold sweat flowed along Fong Jin’s forehead and hit his chin.
Wrong? I’m sorry.
I don’t talk, I’m numb. Get out of the office.
“What are you doing? Fong Jin just went to the door and grabbed my hand.
I said, “Go back to the dorm and take a look at the station tonight! I’m sorry.
“Do you know it could be a ghost? Fong Jin has almost lost his eyeballs.
My eyes were closed, and I was so numb, “First, I’m not completely sure.
A young man is not a ghost, or maybe just a mere face. I’m sorry.
Secondly, even if he’s really a ghost, I have to figure out what he’s doing to me.
Last but not least.
Where the hell am I supposed to go if a ghost tries to hurt me?
I’ve decided to take a drive. Maybe I can talk to your son.
“Then I can only wish you good luck…”
The white is the paste. I sat in the cab again, as usual.
I turned the car keys with a death wish, and then the fire.
Even though every cell was shaking out of fear, I brought the car.
To the first station.
Maybe it was psychological. When the door opened, I felt something.
Cold air came in, from the ash to the ceiling.
The night is cool, and there is a white fog, so that the platform is particularly dark.
I decided to wait.
Anyway, we need to be clear.
Waiting is no doubt a long ordeal, helpless me.
Smoke on.
This cigarette was given to me last night by a bald-headed uncle who said he just wanted to light it.
Ghosts can’t get near me.
Should I believe a psychotic?
I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I’ve decided to put it on the spot, even if it’s just for the heart.
Okay.
With a cigarette, I bow my head and touch the lighter.
This is when young people appear. By the time I got the lighter out, he was on the edge of the platform.
Look at me, “If you don’t want to die, put the lighter down! I’m sorry.
“Aah…”
I grabbed the lighter’s hand and jumped so hard, I almost threw it on the floor.
But when the nerve reached the extreme of fear, I became numb and said to him,
“You can kill if you want. Don’t scare me again. I’m sorry.
His face was a bit of an accident, “You’re not gonna die, just don’t light that cigarette. I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
I didn’t wait for me to talk. The young man was in the car, he came to me, he was cold.
Say, “It’s not me who’s going to hurt you, it’s the one who’s giving you this cigarette. I’m sorry.
I’m in a mess. It’s impossible. Don’t lie to me.
When I didn’t believe him, he said, “Have you ever heard of ghosts? I’m sorry.
I’m so shaky, I shake my head, I don’t know.
“A ghost will find someone who fits in before he dies, give him a cigarette, and then…
Fire. I’m sorry.
The young man looked at the lighter in my hand. “This is the only way to use your sun.
Dot, when it’s done, your sun will run out. I’m sorry.
“So you’re not here to hurt me? * I’m stupid, I look at young people, I look down, I look down at cigarettes, and my brain starts to swollen. *
What the fuck is this?
The young man said, “Why would I hurt you? Do you have a grudge against me? I’m sorry.
I have nothing to say.
Yeah, well, even if a ghost wants to hurt someone, there’s gotta be a reason, right? He doesn’t seem to have.
I’m sorry.
My mind is so messed up, I look at him, I squeeze out a smile, it’s harder than crying.
Look, “Hey, man, are you a ghost?” I’m sorry.
He laughed, “Who told you I was a ghost? I’m sorry.
I was salivating hard, saying Fong Jing was the one driving the night shift.
People.
“He says I’m a ghost. Am I a ghost? “Young people laugh, they laugh, they laugh, they laugh, they laugh.
Plum.
I’ve been freaking out and I’ve been crumbling around and saying, “Big brother, don’t be ridiculous. I’ve seen it.
The paper says you died of a heart attack two years ago.
“I did have a heart attack, but I didn’t die. I’m sorry.
The young man’s mouth was scribbled, and he kept making a mockery.
The newspaper only said that there was a young man in the car who got sick.
You didn’t say I hung up? * I swooped, I looked up, I looked wrong, I said, “You’re really not a ghost? I’m sorry.
He was impatient, “I told you, I’m not a ghost. It’s the one who gave you cigarettes. I’m sorry.
I’m an idiot, “But this cigarette was given to me by your father.”
“When he was alive, he was my father, and after his death was the soul that demanded his life. I’m sorry.
Young man apathy, “There were two drivers who picked him up before you…”
“You’re lying! * I fell to the top and jumped up and said, “What evidence do you have?
You’re a ghost!
The young man looked at me in silence. A few seconds later, he pulled his briefcase.
Take a relic from it and pass it to me.
“If you still don’t believe me, go with me to his grave.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, come on, get it off me! I’m sorry.
Looking at the remains, the face of the bald man’s white and vortex.
The electric current pierced and hate could not be put back on the windshield.
That’s right. This face belongs to bald-headed old man.
So he’s the ghost?
I was scared, and suddenly I felt a little scratched by the hand holding the cigarette.
Window, hold the wheel and breathe.
There’s a terrible smell in the eyes of the young man, “He’s already watching you, he’ll come to you every morning, and he can’t hurt you unless he’s in this night train. I’m sorry.
“Why can’t he hurt me if he stays in the car? “I’ve been smoking.
“He was afraid of evil men, especially those who had killed himself. My father was hit by this car. He couldn’t do anything to hurt people in this car, so he paid his dues and wanted to borrow your life.” I’m sorry.
The young man said, “So you just stay in the car after dawn. I’m sorry.
“Thank you…” I said, “sweetly.”
“You’re welcome. I just don’t want to see him go on. I’m sorry.
After that, the young man turned around and got off.
And as he walked out of the door, he looked back again, staring at me with a pair of untempered eyes, and said, “Remember, the night-drive must go on forever, you have jumped into this curse cycle, wherever you go, the curse will follow you forever. I’m sorry.
His voice was moving away, but the shadow of terror surrounding the night struck me again and again.
“Drive if you don’t die…” I took my life, crawled back to the driver’s seat, mechanized the car, and slowly turned the wheel. I admit I’m a bit of a loser. I’m willing to live with this.
Hang on.
At 2:00 a.m., the bus returned to Air Transport. Fong Jing’s office has gone out of light.
Okay.
I looked at the dark windows and I was so depressed.
He doesn’t give a shit about me.
I don’t know why. I suddenly had a strong hatred for Fang Jingang.
I mean, if it wasn’t for this old boy to seduce me with a high salary, how could I get into this?
Death cycle?
I don’t even think Fong-jin just paid me to work.
Damn!
“This asshole. After leaving a curse, I walked back to the rental house.
Anyway, life always goes on.
But when I came back to my dorm, something more unexpected happened.
Before it disappeared, it came back.
When I grabbed my underpants, a note fell down:
Don’t trust anyone around you. They’re all ghosts!
Who gave it to me? Only two of the company can open this door. One is me and one is Fong Jin.
Just.
He’s the supervisor, with the spare key, so the door can only be opened by him.
But think in peace, I feel wrong.
Anything he wants to say can just call me.
And then there’s this note, and there’s a little fragrance of perfume.
A brand, but impressive.
Fong Jin is a man of five, but he can’t give himself to sweat.
Put perfume on.
This perfume reminds me of a woman.
A woman who used to have sex with me in a dream.
“She was here?”
I’m so confused she shouldn’t know I live here.
After a few seconds of silence, I turned my head and ran along the stairs.
I went to the doorman’s room, and I shot the door like crazy. I’m sorry.
“Why are you crying in the middle of the night?” You don’t.
Sleep, don’t let anyone sleep. “When did she go to my room, where did she go?” * I’m in a hurry to talk *
The doorman’s shoulder is shaking.
“Are you crazy?”
“No one’s been to your room.
He’s been in the doorman’s room all day. A ghost saw it! I’m sorry.
Nothing?
I lost my mind and I lost my mind.
“You got a fever, boy? * Seeing me like this *
He touched his forehead, he said to himself, “It’s not hot…”
“It’s all right, sir. Go to sleep. * I don’t say a word, turn around and go straight upstairs.*
I went back to the dormitory, and I slammed the door and sat there for a long time.
The note says, “Let me not trust everyone around me.”
This “all” must include bald-headed and young people.
Even Fang Jingang?
It’s not that simple.
I suspected that a woman was a ghost. I suspected that a bald man was a ghost.
Light men are ghosts.
I’ve never had any doubts about this. Sometimes it is often the most unlikely that it is possible.
It’s too hard to figure out. I’ll be up and down in the morning.
Jin Kong’s office went.
While I was at a small store on the side of the road, I went in and bought a fold.
Knife, don’t put it in a belt.
Then I sat outside Fong Jing’s office door.
As in peacetime, Fong Jin just came in and out of his office.
Regular.
I’ve been on guard till 6:00 p.m. until everyone’s gone and Fong Jin was carrying his lunchbox.
He went to the canteen, where he carefully entered his office and locked the door.
I don’t see anything. I wonder if I have more.
Heart, but flashes of light, and suddenly the last drawer of his desk.
There was a lock on the drawer and it was sealed.
I’m thinking about it, I’m going straight to it, and I’m going to rip the locks open with a folding blade.
The moment when the drawer was pulled, a chill was also poured directly into the sky.
I saw six dolls, they were all in the drawer.
Every one of them has a red line wrapped around his legs, and he has a dead end.
That line, which links all six dolls together. The next one is that different dolls are depicted in red pens as a living, flexible five.
Officer.
Five of my left dolls, at least six or seven!
And look at the five of the second dolls, the little boy. Keep turning.
They also saw women, uncles, uncles’ sons and Fong Jin himself.
Why are these people caught together? What does that mean?
I’m an idiot. I almost didn’t pee.
He’s the one who’s behind this! I’m sorry.
Reacting to me, I feel terrible.
I should have thought of that.
I was hired by Fang Jin-gang. He assigned me the car.
It’s all part of his plan.
Zio!
My face is so blue, I rush to tear the red wire off the dolls, and gather my dolls.
A big walk downstairs.
Until now, I don’t know what Fong Jin is going to do, but my instincts remind me.
I have to get out of here as soon as possible.
However, just as I ran off the office building, Fong Jin had returned with his lunchbox. Look at the dolls I’ve killed. Fong-jin immediately realized something.
“You found it! I’m sorry.
Fong, you fucking asshole! * I’m just as angry as I can say *
What are you gonna do? It’s all you! I’m sorry.
“Why, you didn’t do it? I’m sorry.
Fong Jin’s face is as black as ink.
The hearse curse, it’s all your fault.
Get out of here! I’m sorry.
I was angry, I bit my teeth, and I said, “You fart, what time is it?”
You’re making this up! I’m sorry.
“You think these are fake? I’m sorry.
Who knows if Fong Jin is smiling, and he laughs with his face down and turns five officials into adults?
“There’s no jail here, you idiot. Do you remember losing your memory?
What have you done before? You’re the devil! I’m sorry.
“No!”
I don’t know why. I’ve been feeling a lot of brain pain when I hear this.
Hold on to the head.
I can’t remember what I’ve lost. I’m just thinking of my brain, of my consciousness.
It keeps falling.
When I got my head up again, Fong Jin just turned into a monster.
And he approached me with his teeth, and he yelled at me, “You murderer, you are the cause and the consequence of this cycle of death. The prison will disappear only if you repay all your sins! I’m sorry.
“You fart, you fart!”
My brain is in pain, and countless pieces of broken memory are pouring into my head, crushing the only sense of reason.
I can’t remember anything, but it seems to me that I did something bad and killed someone.
“My head hurts. I didn’t kill anyone! * I’m covered in pain. *
“You’re the ghost. You should stay here! Fong Jin just jumped on me with his face.
Get out! “I hid from him, I touched the spring knife, and I stabbed him in the abdomen in a vicious manner.
Ahh…
He was stabbed in the abdomen and immediately bled, lying down on the ground screaming madly, “Ha ha! You killed me again and your sins were deep.” I’m sorry.
“You forced me! “I lost my senses, kicked Fong Jin in the blood, turned my head towards the night-drive, grabbed the door and tried to escape. “You can’t go!”
The young man with the briefcase, he became…
He’s got his teeth and he’s holding my arm and pulling it into the dark.
“Fuck you, too! “I’m going to cut it again.
The folding knife cut the neck of a young man in an impartial manner, splattered my eyes with blood.
It’s red.
Then the bald man, he grabbed a pipe to block my way, ran away,
Smiling, “Ling Peak, do you think this is familiar… Huh.
Ha, as if it were the same as then. I’m sorry.
“Shut up! “I can’t even hear what they’re saying to me.
It doesn’t matter.
I just want to get out of here as far away from these ghosts as possible.
I sat in the cab at the fastest speed, started the car and drove wildly far away.
“You can’t go, you have guts.
Just run me over again!”
“I meet you! * I’m going straight to the bottom of my heart *
Whether you’re a ghost or not, you’re dead.
Bang! A squirm, bald-headed man flew directly over the head of the car and rolled in the air, and fell.
In blood.
“Ha ha… good death, ha ha…”
I killed the red eye, I was unconscious, and I saw the woman with the baby.
“I don’t hate you.
Wait for me. Please take us out of hell. I wrote the note to you. Please.
You take me away too. I’m sorry.
“You’re a ghost like them. Don’t lie to me. * The nest stomps on the gas door again *
Break everything in front of you.
The mother and son screamed crazy, and the sound of a mad beating on the hood of a car, like killing.
Every syllable is beautiful.
I drove all the way away and got rid of them.
“I made it. I finally got out of hell! * I screamed madly in my mouth *
If you can’t understand yourself, open your hands and get excited.
And as we’re here, we’re facing a 12-wheeled heavy card!
Bang! The giant truck was like a flood beast, crushing my head.
The moment my head broke, I was shaken by a huge force, black eyes, lost.
To all consciousness…
When I woke up again, it was on the operating table at the hospital.
Doctors say it’s a miracle that a car accident like this will survive, and my brain will suffer severe damage and possibly amnesia.
I remember my origin, origin and name, but I couldn’t remember the circumstances of the accident, and I heard the doctor say it was terrible.
During my illness, I saw an old newspaper from a fellow patient two years ago that reported a tragic car accident in which a passenger night car and a bus crashed and survived.
It’s weird, but it doesn’t add up.
When I got out of the hospital, I was in a hurry to find a job, and I happened to find a flyer by the road: a bus driver, a night shift, a town line, a reward…
I dialed the phone on the flyer, and the voice of a Mo Na sounded, “Hello, my name is Fong Jin-gang, who is in charge of air transport. We’re recruiting a night driver. Are you interested?”
